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  • Should Let You Go!

    I should let you go!
    Even your T-shirt has let you go.
    But I just can’t.
    Your woody smell still invades my snouts when I think of you.
    A save heaven of smell especially when I have your white-T against my skin.
    I once felt safe, not knowing it was slowly turning me into an addict.
    An addict that could not…

  • Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

    Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, the fast ticking sound of the clock gradually invades my mind as each second pass by.
    Patiently I sit in front and watch the hands of the clock go from one number to the other.
    It wouldn’t stop telling time, doesn’t matter how much I want it to stop.
    Instead, the hands of the clock…